Volume 1 Chapter 43 The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

The man threatened, “Hand over the camera, and maybe I’ll let you go; otherwise, come with me!”

Such a battle had not occurred in the Hidden Sect for many years—over a dozen masters fell in an instant. Each of these men was a formidable figure wherever they went.

Was this all rehearsed? They sang in perfect harmony and even made a dramatic entrance. He seriously suspected that even the angle of sunlight had been calculated, for the timing was too precise to be a coincidence.

Grandpa Yun ignored her. This cup of tea was brewed from herbs he had carefully saved; they could never be found again.

Although they understood the pressures faced by the younger generation and how times had changed, in their eyes, they still preferred children who settled down and started families early.

That old man seemed quite familiar with the doctor. After exchanging a few words, he recounted the recent events to the physician.

A faint sneer curled at Mi Yue’s lips. She wondered if Shang Luo regretted his choice back then.

“Is your Li the same ‘Li’ as in carp?” Su Li raised an eyebrow, looking at Tang Li with amused interest. His deep, dark eyes gleamed with an unusually radiant light.

After Xu Feng finished speaking, he paced around once. His imposing aura drew applause from some reporters below, while others bowed their heads in unease.

He then expanded his body to a towering height of thousands of feet. His aura surged violently—fierce, bloodthirsty, and terrifying beyond measure. To him, the divine bodies of six gods appeared as mere infants.

Indeed, his name was not Ouyang Liuxiang, Ding Xiangliu, or Liu Xiang… but Xiangliu. The legendary nine-headed serpent under the water god Gonggong. His true form had nine heads, and all his human incarnations bore different faces.

Upon hearing Song Yu’s words, the entire Dongfang family fell silent. Now, they all believed that Dongfang Tian and Dongfang Erhuo, along with Dongfang Yijian, father and son, truly deserved death for bringing such a terrifying enemy upon the Dongfang clan.

Situ Huoyu seemed preoccupied with something, not even glancing at Cheng Lingzhi when she arrived at the ward.

Zhao Zilong was stunned and astonished. He had never imagined that the mighty Guan Yu would speak with such despondency and lack of will. He was supposed to be ambitious and soaring—so why had he fallen into such despair? Was he still the same red-faced, tough man who, despite knowing he could not defeat Hua Xiong or Lü Bu, still dared to fight fiercely?

Long Feiyun and his companions all simultaneously recalled the map painted on the iron chest. They wondered silently: could this place truly be the old stronghold of the Zhuge gang?

“Heh, there are many tribes stronger than yours. The task of pursuing the remnants of the Qiangqu tribe, numbering less than a thousand warriors, has fallen solely on your heads. Don’t you find that suspicious? Was it your own decision to take on this pursuit?” Liu Tianhao continued, his tone cunning and calculating.

Long Feiyun lifted the beautiful corpse from the divine altar. A chill swept through his body, causing him to shiver. He knew this was the true temperature a corpse should have.

Xiao Chengfeng was helpless and wanted to rush into the bamboo grove, but Mo Langyue reached out to stop him. Just as Xiao Chengfeng was about to question this, Mo Langyue pressed his palm against the stone wall’s empty space. The character for “wise,” once fully visible, suddenly recessed. The mist in the bamboo grove diminished sharply, and only after it vanished completely did Mo Langyue withdraw his hand.

Perhaps it was that gust of wind that awakened the confused Feng Tianming, or perhaps Feng Tianming had come to some realization, for he left!

Situ Huoyu’s face darkened. How could he not see through her lie? She must have called the nurse over while he was away.